
Song Description
In the void left after Dominic there are new contenders. Kinsley is best seen as the system embodied. A presence that cannot be beaten. Only endured or outmaneuvered. Where Ethel seeks clarity, Kinsley deals in optics, leverage, and survival politics.
Kinley is the handler archetype, polished, professional, polite on the surface, but always calculating.
Lyrics
A phrase I say playbook rehearsed
Mental tone same zone same verse
Seems it came from my family's good line
But I bent and split it with a political spine
They all got brains polished degrees that's fine
Wasn't chasing praise just a visible bloodline
And when my storm rolled in dead quiet
No words hit the mark no one tried it
Guilt money Guilt money
Target drawn my inner pact
Didn't know couldn't act
And here I come with paper stacks
Plans I wrote fine-tuned with time
Too late for truth just political spine
Thirty years the clock was wound
Held me off and held me down
Learnt from falls played it straight
Walked through walls called it political fate
Hard to see me if you want to trust
Hard to break through my charm and rust
But time reveals even though brief
Occasional cracks in my self-belief
Guilt money Guilt money
Bullseye lit in legalese
If it sticks I split no fees
No one looking no one sees
It's all too twisted for simple minds
So they shrug it off call it fine
Felt nothing for the man who died
He cut me slow and smiled wide
Million marks to contain his flame
They rode the wave never took the blame
Moved it quick behind closed walls
Made the call or I'd lose it all
No remorse no time to stall
Just get it done and watch him fall
Guilt money Guilt money
You don't speak you just agree
If you see me I'll make you bleed
And when you do it's a relentless feed
I'll tie you in knots with rotten string
I'll just smile and not say a thing
Guilt money Guilt money
Let it hit let you rot
It's not about what could've been
It's just about what you are not
Guilt money Guilt money
Let the first word burn